It's snowing!

The pure silver flowers and snow fell in the air, and he stood up with difficulty in the dark night, and lightly touched the silver flowers and snow in the sky with his hands, which melted at the touch of a button.

There is only this magnificent scene in the world, there is no trace of reality, the Senluo Ghost Domain is collapsing and collapsing, countless evil spirits are released and fleeing, and in the blink of an eye, the gloomy hellscape has become a bare valley land, and only a big tree on the side of him is bursting and burning like a fire.

The night finally understood what Gally Eugene had seen from Simbed's eyes, such fog, such darkness, not where it was.

The infinite light is actually emitted by the bodies of Monroe and Lingde, and everything is all false, which is the truth.

This is not snow, this is the broken snow of the soul, and the thousand-year-old ghosts and gods would rather blow themselves up than go to the holy mountain with Monroe and Lingde to sit and wash their sins.

The night slowly moved, walking towards the place where the thousand-year-old ghost body exploded, just now Monroe and Lingde saved the lives of several of their juniors, and when the body of this powerful ghost blew itself up, they pulled them behind them, and the rickety bright body grabbed the pervasive soul impact, which was regarded as stealing life because of protection.

Monroe and Lingde fell, and the night saw that he could no longer hold on to his body, but the picture was false, and the black cloth belt was too evil, and it could really be an ominous thing as the old beggar of Monroe said.

A dignified grandmaster's power, Yang Shou was directly smoked and was old, and now he was sitting on the ground like a wind candle, he didn't know how much longevity this grandmaster of the light department had lost.

But these longevity are definitely not insignificant to an old man who is more than six hundred years old, or a grandmaster has a life of seven hundred years at most, so you can imagine how this old man is now.

The self-detonation of a pure soul body will not cause even a little damage to the surrounding area, only a resentful soul body polluted by the earth's evil qi can cause earth-shattering damage to the surrounding area.

In the green and yellow meadow, the fragments of the soul were crystal clear, and in this small valley, there was no sense of dilapidation, only the giant tree burning beside him in the dark night.

With difficulty, he caressed down and picked up an object, it was a crystal, a pure silver crystal, the size of a fist, that shimmered in the dark night, and the night played with it in his hand a few times, and then slipped it into the tattered mage robes.

"Turn souls into spirits, ghosts into crystals! Wouldn't you be without Monroe's old beggar?"

The night muttered to himself, this is a baby!

A rare treasure in the world, a piece of crystal, when the ghost is promoted to the essence, it is made of essence, which should be said to be a kind of metamorphosis.

There are countless laws in the world, people have their way, beasts have their way, and anyone can be holy, but this ghost has no ghost way.

It is recorded in the book that the "essence" of the powerful ghost can be holy, but if you want to become this holy, you can only transform your own endless ghost body and ghost method, and turn to other paths, and this is the beast path!

Only the beast path can have such a thing as a demon core, and this brilliant white crystal in the hand of the dark night can be said to be the demon of the evil ghost.

But there is no grade and no grade, and the literature is rarely recorded, maybe there are very few such existences in this world that have turned ghosts into essences for thousands of years.

There was a slight cracking sound, not the sound of trees burning and breaking branches, but the sound of earth and rocks collapsing.

"Huh?"

When I looked back in the night, I saw a well, a miserable green well, inconspicuous, but now the whole wellhead had broken and collapsed, and a puddle of miserable green liquid flowed out.

The sense of decay, darkness, ruin, and decay is cleansed, this is the breath of the abyss of hell!

"Uncle, uncle, my dear uncle, this is ......."

The night was a little empty, and there was a cry at Monroe and Lingde who were sitting on the ground, but they were not lightly frightened, and they didn't know what kind of moth they were, this was the breath of the abyss of hell!

There are no ordinary things related to this place, such as the black cloth belt, this well of the abyss of hell with a strong breath, how can he look at it!

"It's fine! just stay away from there, it's a devil's altar, it's broken, and it can't make many waves!" said Monroe and Lingde, raising their eyes as they looked at the night and shivered as they pointed to the broken well where the miserable green liquid flowed.

The night was directly frightened, and in an instant, he was not weak in his back, and he used his limbs together, and he fell back to the side of the old Monroe beggar with a whoosh.

He heard it clearly just now, this is not a demon altar, this is a devil altar!

Which devil is good to deal with?

If you sign a demon contract in the Necromancer Association, you will be killed directly by signing the devil, this is an altar! If you want to believe this old beggar in the night, there will be ghosts in your heart, and it is better to run as far as you can.

"Big.... Uncle, is this....?" The night stared at the frightened Danfeng and asked Monroe and Lingde, who were sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Monroe and Lingde sighed, looked towards the broken green well, and said to the gloomy vicissitudes of the night: "What a big situation! This may be the farewell gift that the terrible ghost said, what an eventful season!"

Looking at the old beggar who was sighing beside him, he was a little confused, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he said to Monroe and Lingde suspiciously: "Uncle!

Monroe and Lingde glanced back at him and said, "What a game?

If I'm not mistaken, the northeastern part of the empire is now shrouded in undead creatures, countless undead creatures have jumped out of the shallow depths of the abyss of hell, and I don't know how many innocent lives on earth will bury this demon's mouth. ”

"What? the gates of the abyss of hell are open?" said the old Monroe beggar in the dark, and his eyes almost didn't stick out.

"It's not the door of the hell abyss that opens, it's the shallow plane that fits!

This is a game made by someone, I will say how can such a powerful ghost wander around the periphery of this Eastern Desert North Mountain Range, it turns out that he is guarding this devil altar point, this is the interface magic circle!

It will be huge, and I estimate that there will be at least a hundred or ten devil altars like this, which should spread throughout the northeast of this empire.

I really don't know what can drive this thousand-year-old ghost, it seems that this time the Holy See has something to do. After Monroe and Lingde finished speaking into the night, they shook their heads again and smiled helplessly.

With his study career in the dark nights, Gao Shen didn't understand wool at all, and he knew that this was another powerful thing, or big news!

He asked Monroe and Lingde like a question baby, "Uncle, what is a shallow plane fit?"

"What's the big thing, it's all about catching the big one to go to the sky, why can't I catch you, why do you ask so many things that you can't get involved in?

In fact, it is better to live in ignorance than anything else, and the more you know, the more tired you are to live!

The night was educated, or rather despised, anyway, he thought so.

Because of his garbage strength, he is completely depressed, but it would be good for him to think carefully, and he has the power to do his!

Just like this old Monroe beggar said, when the sky falls, there is a high top, and his strength is definitely a piece of the devil in this world, and he can't catch anyone.

This power loves to pit whoever pits whom, and if the bureau is so big, it will pit the entire empire, and it is none of his business, just live his own life.

"Little friend, I have a relationship with you, if my old beggar still has a lifetime, I can go to your Imperial Imperial Capital Guangming Branch to find Wen Naan and Valri, and he will tell you my whereabouts.

In the first half of my life, my old beggar always thought that light was light, and darkness was darkness, and this rank was only known in his old age, so it turned out that darkness and light were at ease in people's hearts, don't treat me as an ordinary light sacrifice, be a friend!

This prayer flag will be returned to you, but my old beggar still advises you, it is better to use less in the future, the pollution on it is that I can't purify it, the real ominous thing!

This matter is still waiting for me to report to the General Court of Light, otherwise this kind of thing is not something that your empire can resist, or even your emperor Hengyang can't bear it! Old beggar, I'm gone, you and I will meet again. ”

After Monroe and Lingde finished speaking, they threw the black cloth belt that was floating in front of them into the night, and they didn't care about his stunned expression, sighed, took his one-horned dung fork, stepped into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You don't mean Monroe, an old beggar, ......"

The dark night looked at the black cloth belt in his hand and was a little stunned, and when he turned his head, he scolded the rickety figure who disappeared in the high sky.

This is a great grandmaster who treats his night as a friend, but it's especially a light department!

Your old beggar Monroe and Lingde are good at getting along, but it doesn't mean that other bright sacrifices are good at getting along, and he is stunned by the broken temple in the town, let alone going to the Imperial Capital Guangming Branch to inquire about your old beggar.

What is that place?

That's the lair of you righteous lunatics in this empire!

If he dared to enter, the night would be absolutely confident that he would be able to turn into a pile of ashes, and even his bones would be crushed into powder.

It seems that there is no hope for this big thick leg, and it is all unreliable.

The words are high-sounding, but there is no practical thing at all, fortunately, he is treacherous in the night, and knows that only what is in his own hands is really affordable, and this grandmaster friend of the light department has a fart!

It's still the rag wrapped in his mage's robe, and the reality of the white ghost crystal!

The dark night patted his arms, feeling these two things to feel at ease, this year he still has to rely on himself, no one can count on it, he doesn't have the life of Yi Lai, he has the thigh of the grandmaster to rely on, everything has to fight by himself.

Thinking of this in the dark night, suddenly a sound of a branch breaking broke and shook his ears, and when he looked back, it was a ghost crying wolf.

"Grass! Don't burn it, don't burn it! Spring grass, wake up quickly, come over and think of a way! This burn is all gold coins!"

Standing next to this burning tree in the dark, facing the spring grass meditating cross-legged behind him is a ghostly scream, it is strange that he is not in a hurry!

This is not an ordinary tree, this is a soul-calming tree! This tree circumference is thicker than the half-orc body of Gally Eugene, and it is conceivable that it is at least a thousand years, that is, more than 2,000 spectrums.

This should be the shelter of the thousand-year-old ghost, such a fierce ghost, and only such a year's soul wood can be matched as the shelter of her ghost body.

The whole body of the tree was bursting fiercely, and the night was watching the anxious jumping feet, how could there be a trace of injury and exhaustion, and the heart was dripping blood!

However, he is neither a water nor an ice mage, this fire can't be extinguished at all, he can only watch the fire fry and stare dry!